This is Hester Street, in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, about 1903.
A large area, comprising many smaller neighborhoods and enclaves, for 150 years the home of successive waves of immigrants, all of whom seem to be standing in the street in this picture.
It started out German, then Italian, with influxes of Ukrainian, Irish, almost anything you can think of.
By the 1920’s it was mostly an Eastern European Jewish neighborhood… but there are obviously some there already, because I see a sign in Yiddish.
By the late mid 20th century, a Spanish speaking population prevailed… largely Cuban and Puerto Rican… but it’s still very mixed, ethnically, racially and…um…. it would seem, everythingally.
A larger than one might think percentage of famous 20th century entertainers, comedians and movie stars were products of the Lower East Side.
Didn’t find the “who” or the “where” … Then again I’m too sleepy to keep going.
His ear is notched… yes, it could bitten or damaged, but around here it would mean he’s most likely a stray who’s been trapped, vaccinated, and neutered.
When rescue groups notch ears, they usually don’t do it that deep, and they try to find them homes, instead of releasing them back on the street. But they do let the feral cats go back to their colonies, once they can’t spread diseases or breed…. so maybe in some places they release the dogs too.
Maybe he has fought a rat.
You should have seen our late tom-cat’s Moses’ ears – those and martens.
Excellent vet and I took care of those injuries. Antibiotic sticks shoved into the wounds.
I love that Grandma has the same expression both ways.
Our outings were some years later… Three kids, not four, not allowed to hang out windows… definitely no furry beasts in my dad’s always late-model sedan, and grandparents only made very infrequent visits from far away. Boats, never.
Going would have been very early in the morning, so coming home would still be in broad daylight, probably the two youngest (which means not me) asleep in their seats anyway.
Having a hard time tracking down the artist, because it’s reproduced on Facebook pages, etc, without credit.
But I believe it to be done by a young fellow in Khargiv, Ukraine, who has an Instagram called Cities and Sketches, where he sells prints of his work.
He shows photos of himself working on other drawings, mostly using a pen that looks like a Rapidograph (to my untrained eyes) but it says Pigma Macron5, in case anybody wants to know.
You have to click his bio for “more information”, which I would guess includes his name, and his contact info, but as I have no IG account, myself, it won’t let me open it.
Seems a hard way to seek fame and fortune, using a platform that locks out interested people… not that I was going to buy anything, but others might.
In some countries, all there is is a hole in the floor. When I was in Turkey fifty-plus years ago, many a public toilet had a rectangle with places to put the feet for better accuracy. Many modern homes and businesses had the “normal” toilets, but I’m thinking the other ones were present to avoid contact with something from the previous occupant.
Someone only familiar with the hole type may guess the intent is to sit, but may not be sure.
There are “squat toilets” all over the world, including very modern ones all over Asia, not just in primitive places with holes in the floor.
In some cultures they almost can’t imagine sitting on a porcelain fixture for that purpose, and many people new to the idea assume they must climb up on the seat and squat….
In fact I’ve seen a few funny YouTube videos about it.
Some doctors, even here, think it’s healthier to squat than sit.
Here’s a squat toilet in China. There are many styles and variations… from tile and porcelain with flush mechanisms, to a hole in the dirt with a bucket to pour water into it after.
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He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
Fairly typical basset behavior. Here’s a pair of mine…
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“And that’s why I was late to work – honest!”
This is Hester Street, in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, about 1903.
A large area, comprising many smaller neighborhoods and enclaves, for 150 years the home of successive waves of immigrants, all of whom seem to be standing in the street in this picture.
It started out German, then Italian, with influxes of Ukrainian, Irish, almost anything you can think of.
By the 1920’s it was mostly an Eastern European Jewish neighborhood… but there are obviously some there already, because I see a sign in Yiddish.
By the late mid 20th century, a Spanish speaking population prevailed… largely Cuban and Puerto Rican… but it’s still very mixed, ethnically, racially and…um…. it would seem, everythingally.
A larger than one might think percentage of famous 20th century entertainers, comedians and movie stars were products of the Lower East Side.
Yiddish? Not Hebrew?
Serious question, no offense meant.
The classic Melting-Pot the USA were once proud of – an expression we learnt in our English-lessons.
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Uh… yeah… cos it’s just like sitting on your porch, right?
What could possibly disturb a couple of rows of wicker seats, as you float gracefully through the clouds?
Lightweight seating means the underpowered aeroplane could carry more passengers.
Wouldn’t surprise me if this is the interior of a Fokker-Wolf Tri-Motor as they were being used for this duty.
They are attached to each other at least…
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Wow.
The 1959 Dodge Custom Royal Lancer Coupé.
Custom paint job, biggest fins in town…. I think they called them wings.
Purty dang snazzy.
And that’s the reason parallel parking is so unpopular there…
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By any chance, is the fuzzy-faced boy on the right named “Sue?”
‘Splain me, please?
It’s titled “Dog Selfie” in the file name.
In my search he was called a photobomber.
Didn’t find the “who” or the “where” … Then again I’m too sleepy to keep going.
His ear is notched… yes, it could bitten or damaged, but around here it would mean he’s most likely a stray who’s been trapped, vaccinated, and neutered.
When rescue groups notch ears, they usually don’t do it that deep, and they try to find them homes, instead of releasing them back on the street. But they do let the feral cats go back to their colonies, once they can’t spread diseases or breed…. so maybe in some places they release the dogs too.
Maybe he has fought a rat.
You should have seen our late tom-cat’s Moses’ ears – those and martens.
Excellent vet and I took care of those injuries. Antibiotic sticks shoved into the wounds.
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Now that’s funny!!!
(Note: no Chihuahuas were harmed in the filming of this “incident”.)
“Dang it! I am NOT a cat! I do not always land on my feet. How many times must I tell you?”
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“Going and Coming”… 1947
I love that Grandma has the same expression both ways.
Our outings were some years later… Three kids, not four, not allowed to hang out windows… definitely no furry beasts in my dad’s always late-model sedan, and grandparents only made very infrequent visits from far away. Boats, never.
Going would have been very early in the morning, so coming home would still be in broad daylight, probably the two youngest (which means not me) asleep in their seats anyway.
But the fedora and the cigar were a given.
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Fun Fact!
At his wedding to Diana, she got his name in the wrong order ‘Charles, Arthur, Phillip, George’
He also cheated on her with Camilla, who, incidentally, his mother didn’t want to be named as Queen. Liz wanted her to be ‘Kings Consort’.
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I’m so old that I remember giving that service.
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Yummy!
(not…)
‘They said it’s a cone…. so where’s the ice cream?”
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Having a hard time tracking down the artist, because it’s reproduced on Facebook pages, etc, without credit.
But I believe it to be done by a young fellow in Khargiv, Ukraine, who has an Instagram called Cities and Sketches, where he sells prints of his work.
He shows photos of himself working on other drawings, mostly using a pen that looks like a Rapidograph (to my untrained eyes) but it says Pigma Macron5, in case anybody wants to know.
You have to click his bio for “more information”, which I would guess includes his name, and his contact info, but as I have no IG account, myself, it won’t let me open it.
Seems a hard way to seek fame and fortune, using a platform that locks out interested people… not that I was going to buy anything, but others might.
Ukraine.
Nuff said.
I’m glad the Chinese restaurant around the corner pays their employees from there accordingly.
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Interesting that they felt the need to spell that out.
In some countries, all there is is a hole in the floor. When I was in Turkey fifty-plus years ago, many a public toilet had a rectangle with places to put the feet for better accuracy. Many modern homes and businesses had the “normal” toilets, but I’m thinking the other ones were present to avoid contact with something from the previous occupant.
Someone only familiar with the hole type may guess the intent is to sit, but may not be sure.
Yes, absolutely needed.
There are “squat toilets” all over the world, including very modern ones all over Asia, not just in primitive places with holes in the floor.
In some cultures they almost can’t imagine sitting on a porcelain fixture for that purpose, and many people new to the idea assume they must climb up on the seat and squat….
In fact I’ve seen a few funny YouTube videos about it.
Some doctors, even here, think it’s healthier to squat than sit.
Here’s a squat toilet in China. There are many styles and variations… from tile and porcelain with flush mechanisms, to a hole in the dirt with a bucket to pour water into it after.
Same in South Korea.
Plus toilet-chairs on wheels for those who need it at public toilets if there weren’t any stalls westerner-style.
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Talking a stab at what’s being asked….
D is the one that could be assembled into the parallelogram above.
That’s what I saw.
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Oh yeah… Ha ha ha… I’m sure that’s just what I’d be saying.
They find this funny???
Laugh of relief.
Ummm…I have an idea – let’s go to a different fishing hole. About 500 miles north.
He heard you had fish on board.
Claude has turned into a phlegm-flan man.
‘Sunlit Trail’ (2012), by Graham Gercken (Australian Artist, born 1960). Oil on Canvas.
Newborn Bunnies, for Bunday.
Leucistic Northern Cardinal.
Preparing to become Pope.